taste the pain right on my tonguenovocaine to make me numbdon't you worry 'cause the night is youngdance until the morning sunmorning sunmorning sunmorning, morning, morning-ning-ning-ning-ning-ning

i am at a loss for wordscan't believe i let you pull me down to this placeyou stole my heart and souljust to think that i had dried those tears from your facei've played such a foolish gamefeeling you were everything to me and morei don't mean to point the blamebut baby you have hurt me to my very core

you don't know whyyou don't know howyou don't know when to love againyou let me in then shut me outyou have to learn to love again

learn to love again [3x]ah

take me away from hereto a place where my feelings don't go to wastewe were in the atmosphereflying high above the stars that shone in your face

so i'm running running baby from this hurting that you've given meall through the nightare we dancin' baby dancin' so your pretty face is hard to seetonight, tonight, tonight (dancin' through the night)

you don't know whyyou don't know howyou don't know when to love againyou let me in then shut me outyou have to learn to love again

imma teach you how to loveimma teach youimma teach you how to loveimma teach you

learn to love again (imma teach you how to love)learn to love again (imma teach you)learn to love again, love again, love again (imma teach you to love)

taste the pain right on my tonguenovocaine to make me numbdon't you worry 'cause the night is youngdance until the morning sun

taste the pain right on my tongue (you don't know why, you don't know how)novocaine to make me numb (you don't know when to love again)don't you worry 'cause the night is young (you let me in then shut me out)dance until the morning sun (you have to learn to love again)morning sun (love again)morning sun (love again)morning, morning sun (love, love again)

imma teach you how to love

you don't know whyyou don't know howyou don't know when to love againyou let me in then shut me outyou have to learn to love again

love again: wanking at ten past three (surely he’s taken her home by now?), the bedroom hot as a bakery,the drink gone dead, without showing how to meet tomorrow, and afterwards,and the usual pain, like dysentery.

someone else feeling her breasts and cunt, someone else drowned in that lash-wide stare, and me supposed to be ignorant,or find it funny, or not to care,even ... but why put it into words?ısolate rather this element

that spreads through other lives like a tree and sways them on in a sort of sense and say why it never worked for me. something to do with violencea long way back, and wrong rewards, and arrogant eternity.